Majour

You only get one taste

For this gift we are graced

You only get one taste

And for this gift, for this gift

For this gift, wait

Wait

Now let me go

So I can brag about this gift that he stole

For all my lonely nights

I will carry this girl with me where I go

Bad taste in my mouth

You would think I'm a whore

I do, bad taste in my mouth

You would think I'm

You would think I'm

You only get one taste

And for this gift, fuck, we are graced

I said that you only get one taste

I said for this gift, and for this gift

She's likely to go or so she'll say

That her sleeps as she do to keep our nights days away

I said love or so she'll say

Immature love, you breed immature hate

So died the virgin

I have told you before

You're nothing special to him

There's nothing new for, nothing new for you

Nothing new for you, ah, nothing more

You'll be born

Embody me, your body

I've never seen, I have never

Embody me, your body

I've never seen, I have never

Embody me, your body

And I've never seen, I have never

Embody me, your body

I've never seen, I have never

Embody me with your body

I've never seen, I have never

You embody me with your body

I've never seen, are you happy?